[This is a direct follow-up to part three and the final part of the story, please stop crying, you had to know this couldn't go on forever. Okay? Good, now if you're all caught up I'll get on with it]
It had just gone 11pm, we'd been home for about an hour and we were sitting on the sofa together in our matching pink pyjamas, (a pink shirt and shorts.) As soon as we got through the door, Sophie went straight upstairs and turned the shower on. She'd been quiet all the way back from the gallery, something was on her mind but she was waiting until she was comfortable enough to talk.
I had climbed in the shower with her and we cleaned ourselves up, I helped her wash out the last of Dominic's spunk, which was another reminder of why I prefer sex with women! After she was clean and in her 'pinkies' she seemed better and more lively and happy. I made us a cup of coffee and we sat together with the lights low and the TV on, I was sitting normally with my feet on the floor and Sophie had her feet up on the sofa with her legs over mine. I looked over at her and she was looking into her cup, a little distracted.
"Sophie," I said gently. "Are you with me?" She looked up from her cup and smiled softly.
"I'm with you, sorry." She said quietly.
"Tell me what you're thinking baby, something is on your mind," I put my cup down and gently stroked her knee and thigh.
"I'm just thinking about making some changes," said Sophie. "I want to spend more time with you at home, now that sale has gone through and my commission is in the bank I'm going to tell the firm I want to stay home."
"Really?" I said excitedly. I'd wanted to hear this for months. "I've wanted to hear that for months!"
"It might mean I earn less money for a while but I'm sick of being apart all the time, the only reason we got tonight together was because it was a work event." Sophie had clearly been thinking about this for a while.
"I know honey, and I want the same thing," I said holding her hand again. "If we get low on cash we can sell our bodies, should get a few quid working the street." I laughed.
"Yeah right," She laughed. "Seriously though, I want to stay home and be a proper wife to you baby."
"Aww that sounds like heaven," I said.
"By the way, I have a big surprise planned for you," she said. She was much happier now and beaming her smile at me.
"A surprise?" I asked intrigued. "What is it?"
"You'll have to wait until Sunday, but trust me, you'll love it!"
"Sunday? That's ages! You can't make me wait that long!"
"Yeah I can," she teased. " It'll be worth the wait, trust me! Right now though, I need my bed!"
We sorted ourselves out, washed up and slid into bed.
"Tell me what the surprise is."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Bitch."
"Damn right."
Sunday, 4 days after the gallery party
The week had been brilliant; Sophie had been true to her word about what she wanted to do about work; she had demanded they give her more time at home and they obliged, sort of. They said they had a position that allowed her to stay home every day, which was their smart arse way of saying she was fired! Something about going home early from the event followed by demanding better hours hadn't gone down well, bastards! It didn't matter though, the commission she'd got from the sale along with our savings meant she didn't need to rush into the job market.
Losing that job had made her so much happier, no more stress or deadlines, no more business trips to Manchester or overseas to far-flung places like Wales (it totally counts as abroad). She was home and we loved it, although things were good and she was happy, she still wouldn't tell me about my surprise. I tried various clever ways of finding out like tickling, bribery and pretending to cry but none of them worked. So I had to wait, and when Sunday afternoon arrived I was anxiously waiting. We were in our 'pinkies' again and sitting on the sofa, she hadn't mentioned my gift yet despite how often I'd hinted at it.
I looked over at her and she was smiling to herself and staring into her phone with her thumb tapping away. Sophie knew exactly what she was doing; eventually, she put her phone down and stretched out; putting her legs across my lap.
"So...are you ready to find out what your gift is?" Sophie asked.
"My gift? Oh, it's Sunday isn't it, I hadn't thought about it," I blatantly lied. She saw right through it and laughed, then lifted her legs off me and stood up.
"Here, put this on and sit up straight," she reached behind the cushion and handed me a blindfold and tapped the middle seat on the sofa.
"How very kinky! We haven't used a blindfold before," I giggled as I put it over my eyes and felt a jolt of excitement. Just as my vision was blocked out there was a knock on the door.